From "Lessons in Forgetting" by Anita Nair
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Ohh Ri Duniya, Oh Ri Duniya
Karwat Lee Soyee Haqeeqat ki Duniya
Mamta ki Bikhri Kahani ki Duniya
Behno ki Siski Jawani ki Duniya
Aadam ke Hawwaa se Rishte ki Duniya
Shayar ke Feekey Lafzo ki Duniya
Ghalib ke Maumin ke Khwaabon ki Duniya
Jaisi Bachi hai Waisee ki Waisee, Bacha Lo Ye Duniya
Apna Samajh ke Apno ke Jaise, Utha Lo ye Duniya
Chhutput Si Baaton Mein Jalne Lagegi, Sambhalo ye Duniya
Katpit ke Raaton Mein Palne Lagegi, Sambhalo ye Duniya
Tumhari Hai Tum Hi Sambhalo ye Duniya
Tumhare ye Kaale Iraado ki Duniya
Ohh Ri Duniya, Ohh Ri Duniya
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaye to Kya Hai??
- From the Movie Gulaal. Lyrics by Piyush Mishra
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Legs, until relatively recently, were the main mode of land transport... Even bicycle is leg dependent, a mere variation on a theme. These days, however, legs are things used only by fitness freaks, the eccentric and the poor as a means of substantive locomotion.
- Sam Miller, in Delhi - Adventures in a Megacity
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Sunday, December 28, 2008
If an ancient Indian of the time of the Upanishads, of the Buddha, or the later classical age were to be set down in modern India, he would see his race clinging to forms and shells and rags of the past and missing nine-tenths of its nobler meaning. He would be amazed by the extent of the mental poverty, the immobility, the static repetition, the cessation of science, the long sterility of art, the comparative feebleness of the creative intuition.
- Aurobindo Ghose
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Kuch saate, kuch parchhaiyyan, kuch chahat ke sajde,
Kuch behtey baadlo pe rakhi ummeedein, barasti rahi, tarasti rahi,
Chaand aasman pe jade suraakh ki tarah jhaankta raha,
Aur raat kisi andhe kuen ki tarah mooh khole haanfti rahi;
Raaste paaon tale nikalte rahe, na ruke, na thame,
Na Roka, na poocha, Zindagi kis talaash mein hai.
Zindagi thakne lagi hai,
Aur ye, zindagi ka judwa,
Uski unglee pakde, sheher ki nangi sadko par,
Abhi tak kuch been raha hai, kuch dhoond raha hai
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Said Vilas, the man who wrote letters for three rupees per page - "Nothing is more cruel than a letter cut short for money. It is like death - one moment the words flowing, next moment silence, the thought unfinished, the love unconveyed, the anguish unexpressed."
- From Family Matters, a fiction novel by Rohinton Mistry